I danced in the Carnival parades. I was noticed and hired to dance in men’s clubs, the pay was much better, especially the private dances. That’s ...here I met a wealthy businessman. He hired a few of us to dance at one of his executive retreats. We danced and otherwise entertained the executives all weekend. After that, one of the elder Board members put me in an apartment and paid my tuition. I eventually graduated from the University and the old gentleman went on to become my sponsor for. Several spotlights blazed to life and began to circle around the dark stage. A large primary spotlight focused on the center of the stage as the stage whirred and shifted. A large pink ornate throne moved towards the front of the stage. Laura was escorted to the throne by the beefcakes- each had a grip on her upper arm- and several techs swarmed around them. Biff watched Laura approach the throne, then turned back to the audience. ‘It’s going to take them several minutes to prep Laura,’ said. He’d pushed me in and sang out in his most authoritative voice ‘Sink or swim brother, its all up to you!’ I’d swam, and hated him since that incident. I guess I still did. He was the bastard in sheep’s clothing, but I’d been the only one to realize that. ‘That’s six today!’ my brother called out as he unhooked his latest catch and placed it into cold storage in another container. I frowned at him, sickly like and tossed the reminder of my sandwich into the water, no longer interested in it.. "You got it Teach," Luis said with a definite leer in his voice. "A 'Home Run' is fucking." In the cunt or up the ass," Carl corrected."Oh yeah," said Ellen, staring at the four quivering cocks. "Up the ass, huh? It doesn't matter what a 'Home Run' is, you boys are never going to get there." You mean everything else goes? Are you saying 'Yes'?" Alright. You boys have a deal. But I decide how many points you get,... if you get any at all." And we divide up the points between us," Luis confirmed,.